"I read because one life isn't enough..." Richard Peck

My grandfather once asked me why being anonymous online was so popular, and this is why I think it is: Deep down, we are all mentally about six, and we crave adventure. Part of being human is that we long for excitement, and it is as vital to our wellbeing as food and oxygen. Without a healthy amount of escapism, our souls grow old, and our ability to imagine dries up.
By disguising our identities, we can become the world’s most infamous spy, skulking in the shadowy corners of the internet, or we can be in front of the Whitehouse, pledging World Peace, or accepting allegiance from the representative from Mars. We can be a famous singer, bathed in the limelight and adoration of millions. We can be deep-sea divers, uncovering lost cities and caches of gold beneath azure seas.
I could be a renowned baseball star, a purple-skinned humanoid from a distant time, a regal princess, a diamond smuggler, a robotic constable. Our escapist fantasies are what keep us young and vibrant, our daydreams are insights into our psyche. In reality I could be a modern novelist, and renowned surgeon, a run-of-the-mill bobby, a third rate footballer or the President of Russia.
And for all you know, I am.
But you know, the best thing about the World Wide Web, is that I can be

Okay, so this was originally a Merlin Secret Santa prezzie for Amathela, but since I love it so, I've decided to put it up here:D
Pairing: Arthur/Morgana
Spoilers:Not as such, unless you havent seen it


“I still think we should call them all Arthur, after their charming, suave, brave father,” The King suggested, kissing his wife’s forehead.

“Arthur Pendragon, did it somehow escape your notice that two of them are GIRLS?!” His exhausted wife countered, her pale skin flushed, and her normally neat ebony hair in disarray. Her husband muttered something unintelligible. She didn’t ask him to repeat it. Her gaze shifted to her side, where three gorgeous, tiny, vulnerable babies lay, swaddled in green satins, golden silks and purple ribbons. All three had his hair, their eldest daughter had his eyes, and their youngest daughter and son’s eyes were both miniature replicas of her own. They were all sound asleep, nestled into one and other. They were no doubt exhausted after Merlin’s visit: chaos seemed to follow in that man’s wake, yet he was never glum, his smile forever gracing his features. She suspected there was something resembling order in the chaos, a structure beyond that of their understanding, something so intrinsically Merlin. He had blessed each baby, with a permanent look of terror only partially hidden behind his chants, completely afraid he would break one of the heirs of the new Order. Arthur had not been much help either, glaring at him over Gabriel’s downy head. So the same with Destiny, who would not stop squirming for even the most powerful sorcerer ever to live. But it had been Beatrice who had unnerved him the most. She had not wailed like Gabriel or squirmed like Destiny. Instead she had allowed Merlin to cradle her without protest, regarding him with solemn grey eyes the entire while. When the charm was complete she had merely yawned delicately, and closed her eyes sedately, effectually dismissing him. It had been so hard to keep a straight face, when someone so new to this world was so obviously born to reign. The Queen sighed contentedly, and leant back onto her husband, raising his hand to her lips. The King in turn folded his strong arms around her and kissed her head.

“They’re beautiful,” She whispered.

“They take after you,” He whispered back. She smile and turned round to kiss him.

“That they do, my Liege,” She smiled at him. He smirked back.

“I love you, Morgana,” King Arthur Pendragon whispered, his summer blue eyes filled with love and happiness.

“Love you more, Pendragon,” She replied.

 

Morgana woke, suddenly, but peacefully. Yet again, her sleeping draught had failed to stop her dreams. But if in the future, all her dreams should be like this, she reckoned it would not be such a hardship. She smiled in the darkness, with the memory of words to come.


                                                                                      FIN

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OMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYFREAKIN'GOD.
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HAVE YOU SEEN THE LAST EPISODE? Oh my! The drama, angst and cuteness!
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